Sorry it took a little longer than usual to update! I'm at my mom's house right now and she has two computers. One doesn't have wordpad or anything so wouldn't take its document. My stepdad is always on the other so I had to wait for him to get off before I could upload this. Anyway, it's here now, and I hope you all like it!

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Naomi woke up a little while later. Her head still hurt, but it was just a dull ache. She sat up and looked around at where she was, which was a completely different place than where she had been when she had been knocked out. She was now in a small hut. Bundles of hay were spread around, and Kagome, Shippou, Miroku, Sango, and Kilala slept either on top of or leaning against these bundles. Inuyasha wasn't there. There were no windows, but Naomi could tell that it was dark outside by the lack of light leaking in through the cracks.

Naomi stood up and quickly and silently walked to the door, which was really just wooden blinds. She pushed them aside and ran out. She then toook off running silently towards the trees.

"Naomi!"

Naomi stopped and whirled around at the sound of her name. Inuyasha stood there, arms crossed, looking at her with piercing yellow eyes. She placed a hand on her sword hilt, or, rather, where it would be. She suddenly realized that it was missing.

"Looking for this?" Inuyasha asked, holding up her sword, complete with seath.

"Give it to me!" Naomi snarled, trying to seem as menacing as she could.

"First you have to listen to me and answer my questions," Inuyasha replied.

Naomi clenched her fists. "Fine," she muttered through clenched teeth after a few minutes. She hated being told what to do unless it was a job offer, but she hated more being without her sword.

"Is there a time in your life that you can't remember?"

'I won't tell him,' she thought. "Yes," she said. "My early years." 'Damn my cursed tounge!'

Inuyasha walked over to her and took out the black cloth that had once been hers and gave it to her.

She stared at it blankly. "What's this?" she asked. "Nevermind, I don't care. Why'd you give it to me?"

Inuyasha looked at her sadly. "I guess they were both right and wrong."

Naomi switched her blank stare to him. "Who? And what were they right and wrong about?"

"The others said that you probably lost your memory," he explained. "That's what they were right about. They said that something from the past might help you remember, but that's where they were wrong."

"From the...past?" She looked at it again. True, it did seem vaguely familiar...Her head started hurting again. It felt like it was splitting in two, and she could hardly stand it. She refrained from showing that she was in pain since she didn't want Inuyasha to think she was weak. "My sword?" she asked, holding her hand out impatiently. She wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

"Here," he gave it to her, then started walking towards the hut. "Don't come after me anymore. If you do, I won't hesitate to kill you." With that, he disappeared into the hut.

Naomi quickly retreated after putting her sword back in its place. She held her head in her hand as she ran. 'Dammit! What's causing this pain?!' She stopped a few minutes later in a clearing, dropping to her knees. The pain began to numb a little, but it still felt like her head was on fire. She finally brought her hand away from her head, aware of a prescence in the area. She gritted her teeth, stood up, and turned to look at the newcomer.

"Hello, Naomi," a baboon cloaked figure said as he imerged from the bushes.

"Who are you?" she asked crossly.

"I am Naraku," he replied. "The one who hired you to kill Inuyasha."

"Why isn't that girl here? You usually send her."

"She went somewhere," he said.

"Where?" Naomi asked, curious. She completely forgot about the pain.

"Shopping," Naraku said sullenly. "But that's not important right now. You have failed to kill Inuyasha for the second time."

"I know," Naomi said bitterly. She noticed the pain again, but she gritted her teeth once more and didn't show it otherwise.

"You'd better kill him next time," Naraku said. "Try again tomorrow, during the day, when he's least expecting it."

"I don't tell you how to do your job, you don't tell me how to do mine," Naomi said through gritted teeth. Half of it was the pain, half of it was her restraining herself from killing Naraku. "I'll do it when I feel like it, where I feel like it, and how I feel like it."

"Well, whenever, wherever, and however you do it, just kill him," Naraku said with an air of finality. "A lot more's riding on this than just your life."

"Like what?"

"Like my money!" With no more to say, Naraku disappeared with a rush of miasma.

Naomi was beginning to depise the way Naraku and his minions always left her staring after them...Oh well, she had more important matters on her mind. One was the pain. The other...

She glanced down and realized that she was still holding the cloth that Inuyasha had given her. Without even thinking, she used it to tie up her hair. She felt more....natural like that. Then the pain seared again, and she collapsed, unable to take it anymore.

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Okay, that's it for chapter 4! Chapter 5 will be longer than usual and it will show you part of Naomi's childhood with Inuyasha as well as advance the plotline a bit. It should be up around Tuesday or Wednesday, so keep an eye out for it!